I was on the edge. I asked her to lay on her back. She again pleaded me not to cum inside her pussy. I did not listen. I bite her boobs, lips and both...cheeks hard and sprayed my hot luva deep inside her pussy. I asked her to hold me tight. I laid on her five minutes, pushing my dick deep in her womb. She requested me to let her taste my cum. I withdrawn, let her suck and dry clean my body. She was happy about it.She said my anger was understandable. She regretted her behavior and did not blame. This guy was gonna be stuck at home forever. Well, no matter. I didn’t wanna marry the guy. I just wanted to fuck him.“I think that’s sweet that you care about your Meemaw,” I said as I topped off his coffee. “I’ll be right back with your breakfast.”When I returned with his food, he flashed that wickedly handsome grin again. Damn, if my panties weren’t damp as all get out. Whew!“Here you go, sugar! Is there anything else I can get for you?”“I hate to be a bother, but do y’all have change for a. It wasn’t that painful at first, and I realized that it wasn’t the impact of a hand but something softer and more pliable. Leather? A belt? The second slap, though, drove any thoughts from my mind, lighting up my pussy with agony. I let out a high-pitched scream against Brenda’s bum hole, but that came out as a muffled whine and only seemed to inspire them, because she growled and moaned above me while the slaps started to fall faster and faster. But even though it hurt like hell and I couldn’t. By the time Paul was eight months old, Angel as I called her, had decided she was no longer happy with staying at home playing mother. She put the children in day care and went out and got herself a job as an estate agent. Within six months she had taken up with her boss and walked out on us. The whole thing had affected me badly. I loved Angel and still do. But neither the children nor I have seen or heard of her since the divorce was final. I have reason to believe she could be living in.